WHAT HE SAID TO ME 1

I sat up on my bed just as the great aroma crept into my nostrils to disrupt my sleep and yes…
it was breakfast served in bed. When we were done eating, we held hands and prayed, and then he got up to leave for work.
As a youth I had great passion for making impact, so life as a married career woman was just what I expected, though it was not as hectic as I thought.

I got back home early and prepared dinner. When he got back, we both ate and went to bed. At 2a.m, we got up and prayed for  hours. Deep down in my heart as I laid down to sleep, I was happy with what my marriage turned out to be. I waited anxiously for morning to come because the way each day went by gave me joy.

I woke up the next day but this time, I was saddened when I realized it had all been a dream. I had spent my night dreaming and fantasizing about my ex whom I “loved” and hoped he would change to become that man of my dreams…the right man for me and my purpose.

So I thought, “why not talk to him today since he really wanted this relationship to work again?”

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Here we are having lunch and he began with the tale of how sorry he was and why things didn't work out. He was beginning to get to me with those words…especially how he said them. And finally he said "Back then, we were amateurs and we didn't really know what we wanted". At that very moment, the words settled in my heart and I realized he was right. Now that I’m more matured, the vision is quite bigger and he just doesn't fit in anymore. But what do I do with all this feelings and affection for him?

See ya next time! xoxo

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The Little Drops

It's worth reading.

Recently, when I was going to bed after using my bathroom, I started hearing sound of drops of water from the tap in slow successions, but since it was dropping into an empty bucket, I decided to let it be.

But, alas! When I woke up the next morning, around 5am, the bucket was almost full! I was surprised that just drops even in such slow successions could produce that much. I couldn't help it, 'Just drops?!' I questioned rhetorically.

But the following night, I made sure that the tap in my bathroom was locked completely and I checked the bucket and saw that it was empty, though wet. Then I went to sleep.

I guess you already know what I saw the next morning. The bucket was not wet as I had left it, but it was now dry!

Then I realized the importance of a drop and how much difference it can make in all ramifications of one's life compared to a dry tap.

Imagine letting the drops be for a year, I would be scooping with drums at the end of the year!

● So, how about that drop of savings?

● How about that drop of kindness and love everyday?

● How about a drop of reading useful books today and every day?

● How about that drop of a verse of the scripture today and every day?

● How about that drop of prayer today and every day?

● How about a drop of worship today and every day?

● How about a drop of step towards your God-given dream today and every day?

● How about a drop of giving into your heavenly account?

● What virtue and discipline will you start today in little drops?

★ Never neglect the importance of a drop, for when the harvest time comes, you would have made a big difference.
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Written by Mrs Gloria Ahmed.                                                                                                               

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LIFE

People ask the question.
What can life offer?
But I ask
What can you offer to life?
Life is liken to a soccer game
Or a marathon race
Which must be ran and played by everyone.

In the game of soccer life is the ball.
It's yours to pass and be played.
In this game, even a friendly match can turn into war.
The ones planned for war could carry fun that makes it a friendly match
Its about how you play it.

I have it all
Good and bad
Beautiful with hidden treasures
Its your choice to have the good or bad traits of me
Says life.

Unjust enemies and friends
Some tag me wicked
To others precious
Well I'm that race that must be ran by every athlete
At the end some turns out
Strong, few weak, some victorious.

Life, you see is filled with all the good and bad things that makes a human.
Its yours to decide if, at the "Goal post" of victory you will be coined a winner or a loser.
You decide the end result.
What you give life is what you get.
Sow the right seeds.

Its a new year,
Start something don't just sit and wait till you are talked into becoming positive about achieving something.

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Asala Boluwatife

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